I kill you now.
In the competition, Blogger lost in less than a day. I just didn't get around to posting the eulogy until now. Actualy, I will never make a eulogy for blogger. I know, I can feel your disappointment from here.
Just keep in mind that the better system won. LiveJournal has the mood/avatar icon expression, the communities to lurk in, the locking mechanism for selected privacy and the Moo cards. Sure LJ has advertisements all over the place, but they have to make their money somehow. At least I see their grabbing hands instead of Google which hides those hands behind them so you get that creepy feeling in between your shoulders as if they are going to pounce on you.
Okay, enough dissing Google/Blogger on their own server.
Bye!
PS: The layout domikey was rather fun. For only two minutes, but I suppose that's something.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
The Studying Stats
First requirement to being an EMR is having a high school diploma or equivalent. CHECK.
Second is being over 18. CHECK.
Third is having your CPR Level C certificate. Level A is for laymen, level B is for child care workers and etcetera, level C is for firefighters, police, and other medical/rescuer fields. As of Thursday afternoon, this too will be CHECK.
Fourth is having your drivers license. Am going to be renting a car to drive with as a driving course will take too long and cost too much. Nothing like hands on, 24/7 experience to jump start learning. besides, I'm used to teaching myself things. The only thing is that I need people who have had they're license for two years to sit in the passenger seat and fall asleep. Well, they don't have to be sleeping, but they don't have to be teaching. Just be there, you know? NOT CHECK
Fifth is taking an Advanced First Aid and Emergency Medical Responder course. It last for three weeks. It costs almost a thousand dollars. It's the golden apple of my student eye. NOT CHECK.
And that's the flavor of the cake.
Second is being over 18. CHECK.
Third is having your CPR Level C certificate. Level A is for laymen, level B is for child care workers and etcetera, level C is for firefighters, police, and other medical/rescuer fields. As of Thursday afternoon, this too will be CHECK.
Fourth is having your drivers license. Am going to be renting a car to drive with as a driving course will take too long and cost too much. Nothing like hands on, 24/7 experience to jump start learning. besides, I'm used to teaching myself things. The only thing is that I need people who have had they're license for two years to sit in the passenger seat and fall asleep. Well, they don't have to be sleeping, but they don't have to be teaching. Just be there, you know? NOT CHECK
Fifth is taking an Advanced First Aid and Emergency Medical Responder course. It last for three weeks. It costs almost a thousand dollars. It's the golden apple of my student eye. NOT CHECK.
And that's the flavor of the cake.
And This Is Here Why?
Good question. Hopefully I'll have a good answer soon.
Possibilities:
1) Maybe I want to talk about work and its progress as it is something that excites me to the extreme. (That's sarcasm for my current job and honesty for my dream job. A two for one, hurray!)
2) Maybe those who are interested in my writing don't want to read about the entrails that got stuck in my hair, however hilarious I think it may be.
3) Maybe I wanted to try a new format. Which means that
a) Maybe this blog will disappear and switch to an LJ one
b) Maybe the LJ one is already made
c) Maybe I will never post anything here
d) Maybe I will post here but not tell anyone about it so it never gets read--and since there's no "friends" function I will never know it is not bing read and everyone will go "Wow, she has finally found a zipper for her finger as the one for her mouth is completely useless on the internet".
4) Maybe I will run out of "maybe"s soon
5) Maybe you should leave before then.
Possibilities:
1) Maybe I want to talk about work and its progress as it is something that excites me to the extreme. (That's sarcasm for my current job and honesty for my dream job. A two for one, hurray!)
2) Maybe those who are interested in my writing don't want to read about the entrails that got stuck in my hair, however hilarious I think it may be.
3) Maybe I wanted to try a new format. Which means that
a) Maybe this blog will disappear and switch to an LJ one
b) Maybe the LJ one is already made
c) Maybe I will never post anything here
d) Maybe I will post here but not tell anyone about it so it never gets read--and since there's no "friends" function I will never know it is not bing read and everyone will go "Wow, she has finally found a zipper for her finger as the one for her mouth is completely useless on the internet".
4) Maybe I will run out of "maybe"s soon
5) Maybe you should leave before then.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Starfish
I haven't even had these bjo for all that long and already I am so sick of them. Yes, they're out of the family, but lately that's not enough. Just bjo is not enough. It's paperwork! Tomorrow I'm lined up to find an invoice. That's right, a whole day of $13/h to look for a single invoice that some idiot lost. It's meaningless. I'll continue to do it, but something has been tickling my brain and so I'm going to change direction just a wee bit.
First I'm signing up for my Standard First Aid certificate and CPR certification at the Basic Rescuer Level (C), then finally sorting out my driving stuff so I can hit the road. There's also about 15 days of schooling needed at the ACoP. Costs $1k but I've got that covered. If I take my diploma exams in June, I can get my certificates in July, and be done in time for another round of diploma exams in August.And what this translates to my chickies, is that I'm going to be an EMR. Lowest on the tier of Emergency Responders, but that's completely expected. This is something that has been been an option since I was . . . I dunno how old. My father was an EMT when I was born and the idea stuck. It's not something for life, and yet in a way it is.It's not just a bjo, it means something. It's my version of the starfish story.
It's not nursing (which involves many things I simply can not get into) but for a while I avoided it as if it was. That's changed of course. As for the boom side of being in the Medical field, I'm fully aware. I know that sometimes they die on you, sometimes they take it out on you, sometimes there are raged druggies, and sometimes the person you're sworn to save is the person who just killed someone. I'm still doing it.And I'm still writing.And I'm still starting the spring semester at the UofA so I can get my Science degree.
Each one is a step that leads to things I want. Things I need. I will finally be able to balance the side of me that wants to think and the side of me that just wants to act.Of course this means I have to take yet another personalty test. Bah, you can never win with those things. What use is asking me if I'm hungry or not? Makes no sense. Of course I'm hungry, but how does that mean I'm a repressed soul unfulfilled by familial obligations and unlikely to be good for "multi-line communications"? Wackos.
First I'm signing up for my Standard First Aid certificate and CPR certification at the Basic Rescuer Level (C), then finally sorting out my driving stuff so I can hit the road. There's also about 15 days of schooling needed at the ACoP. Costs $1k but I've got that covered. If I take my diploma exams in June, I can get my certificates in July, and be done in time for another round of diploma exams in August.And what this translates to my chickies, is that I'm going to be an EMR. Lowest on the tier of Emergency Responders, but that's completely expected. This is something that has been been an option since I was . . . I dunno how old. My father was an EMT when I was born and the idea stuck. It's not something for life, and yet in a way it is.It's not just a bjo, it means something. It's my version of the starfish story.
It's not nursing (which involves many things I simply can not get into) but for a while I avoided it as if it was. That's changed of course. As for the boom side of being in the Medical field, I'm fully aware. I know that sometimes they die on you, sometimes they take it out on you, sometimes there are raged druggies, and sometimes the person you're sworn to save is the person who just killed someone. I'm still doing it.And I'm still writing.And I'm still starting the spring semester at the UofA so I can get my Science degree.
Each one is a step that leads to things I want. Things I need. I will finally be able to balance the side of me that wants to think and the side of me that just wants to act.Of course this means I have to take yet another personalty test. Bah, you can never win with those things. What use is asking me if I'm hungry or not? Makes no sense. Of course I'm hungry, but how does that mean I'm a repressed soul unfulfilled by familial obligations and unlikely to be good for "multi-line communications"? Wackos.
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